Another day off from dialysis spent in the medical maze.
This morning I got up early and hauled my ass up to Mount Sinai for a 10:30 podiatry appointment.
A while back I broke a leaded pint glass here in my apartment, and though I thought I had thoroughly cleaned up all of the shards, one eluded me, and I did not notice that I had stepped on it until I saw thick trails of blood on my floor. I had stepped on it with the thickly-callused portion of my left big toe — due to having feet as flat as a paddle, I put a lot of my body weight on my big toes, hence their perpetually armored state — so I di not feel the damage being done, but once aware of it I addressed the wound with proper cleaning and filed dressing. (When you have as many medical issues as I do, your bathroom becomes a ready-to-rock triage supply area.)
Once admitted to see the podiatrist, a Dr. Blustein, she examined the toe and immediately began debriding the callus and extraneous dead flesh with a deft hand. Once the debriding was completed, she applied a purple substance to the area that will aid in drying it out.
I am not digging the shoe, as it fits poorly and could really use a heel strap to keep the rear secure and avoid the patient's heel from popping out, but I have no choice in the matter and therefore just have to butch up and deal with it.